Chapter 303: Privileges for the Wounded, Snape's Personal Grudge

"Is Draco okay?" Pansy Parkinson blocked Aaron in the foyer and asked, and the others were waiting nervously for the answer.

"He should be fine after he recovers for a while. Madam Pomfrey is putting a bandage on him. You can go visit him later."

After the words fell, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Gryffindor was even more relieved than Slytherin, as the extent of Draco's injury determined the severity of Hagrid's punishment.

"That's good." Pansy said complainingly, "He should really be fired."

"This is all Malfoy's fault." Dean Thomas said unceremoniously.

"This does account for a large part of the reason." Aaron did not refute, "If Draco had not insulted Buckbeak, he would not have been hurt.

However, Hagrid also had enough fun, and his first lesson was indeed unique, but the hippogriff was still quite dangerous to third-year students. "

"He won't be expelled, right?" Harry asked worriedly. If he was expelled from school after the first class, Hagrid might not be able to withstand such a blow.

"No." Aaron shook his head, "Draco said he would not cause trouble to Hagrid, but Buckbeak may not. No matter what the reason, it really hurt Draco Malfoy. , This is what everyone has seen with their own eyes.”

The three Harrys looked at each other, feeling particularly unhappy about this result.

Buckbeak was even more innocent than Hagrid. Malfoy was responsible for everything, but the blame fell on him.

However, there is nothing they can do about it, they can only hope that the punishment will not be too severe.

...

It was a few days before Draco showed up in Potions class.

His right arm was bandaged and hung with a strap. It looked serious, but in fact it was almost healed.

Professor Snape asked everyone to make a shrinking potion. This potion can make the drinker smaller or into a younger form.

Draco made full use of his status as a wounded person to seek help from Professor Snape in class. Snape also cooperated and directly arranged for Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, whom he disliked most, to attack him. .

Ron cut the daisy roots for him, and Harry peeled the figs for him. Seeing the aggrieved but helpless expressions on the two sworn enemies' faces, Draco felt extremely happy.

After Aaron prepared a bottle of green potion, he shook his head speechlessly while watching this scene, "Are you going to be so boring?"

Draco pretended to raise his arm and said with a proud smile: "I am a wounded person, you can't ask me to cut these materials with one hand!"

"Crabbe and Goyle will be happy to help you."

"They are not as good as Potter and Weasley." Draco said with a teasing smile on his face, "Besides, this is Professor Snape's arrangement.

It's just for your sake, otherwise I would definitely ask Granger to slice the caterpillar for me. "

"Orange." Professor Snape suddenly shouted loudly. In front of him was the trembling Neville Longbottom. It didn't take much to know that his shrinking potion must have failed.

"Gaius, tell this elm-headed man what he did wrong?"

"Uh... It should be that too much mouse spleen and locust juice were added."

"What are the consequences?"

"If you want to commit suicide, you can try drinking it."

"I heard you." Professor Snape said sternly, "I asked you to prepare a shrinking potion, not a poison.

Before the end of this lesson we are going to give your toad a few drops of this potion, which may inspire you to make the potion well. "

Neville shivered, tears welling up in his eyes.

After Snape walked away, he recovered from his panic and choked with tears and asked Hermione next to him for help.

Aaron sighed, turned around and exchanged his potion with Neville's, "Be more careful next time."

"Ah, thank you, but..."

"Stop it, if you don't change your Lefu, you will probably be poisoned to death."

Upon hearing this, Neville burst into tears of gratitude and accepted a shrinking potion with tears in his eyes.

"Actually, I can help him change it." Hermione said a little unconvinced.

"Yes, yes, I don't doubt that you have this ability, but...are you really not tired?" Aaron asked meaningfully, "Don't you know how many classes you have to take today?"

Hermione opened her mouth and lowered her head helplessly.

The time turner is indeed very useful, but it can't relieve fatigue. Her study load is much greater than others, so it's a lie that she's not tired.

"If I were you, I would take some time to sleep. It's a miracle that you can last half a semester like this."

"Forget it, this is Potions class!"

"I recommend you try it in Transfiguration class. Professor McGonagall might understand you."

"That's even worse." Hermione said with a bitter smile, "I can't let her down."

"She won't be disappointed, she will just feel excusable."

Hearing this, Hermione rolled her eyes at him.

She can still persist now, but she will feel unable to do so as time goes by.

"Wait, why aren't you tired?" Hermione asked doubtfully. She could see Aaron when she was taking two classes at the same time, but he looked in high spirits and didn't feel any fatigue at all.

"Well... you'll find out later."

"fine."

At this time, Simon Finnigan took out a copy of the Daily Prophet and quietly placed it in front of Harry Potter. "Sirius Black has been discovered."

"Where?" Harry and Ron asked immediately. They both felt that the 'unknown' Professor Trelawney said had a lot to do with Sirius Black, so they were particularly concerned about his news.

“Dufftown, not far from here.

The Muggles found out, thinking he was just a common criminal, so they called the hotline. "

"He's here to find you, Potter." Draco said playfully, "You can try to catch him alone. This is a great opportunity for revenge.

It's a bit risky, but if I were you I wouldn't let the dementors deal with him. "

"What did you say, Malfoy?" Harry frowned.

"Don't you know, Potter?" Malfoy sneered, "You don't know?

I almost forgot, you grew up in the Muggle world, so it's understandable that you don't know.

But the Ministry of Magic didn't tell you about this, your parents..."

"Ahem!"

Aaron coughed, interrupting Draco.

"Do you also know something?" Harry looked at Aaron and asked, "What is the relationship between Sirius and my parents?"

"Don't get me wrong." Aaron spread his hands, "I don't know anything.

There are so many things going on in the wizarding world, and Sirius happens to be beyond the scope of my understanding. "

"Malfoy." Harry was about to ask him when Snape's voice came over.

"It's almost time. Now let's test Longbottom's potion."

Snape strode up to Neville, and everyone from Gryffindor to Slytherin spontaneously gathered around him.

"Let's see what Longbottom's toad will turn into. If his shrinking potion succeeds, he will turn into a tadpole, but if it fails, his toad will be poisoned to death."

Snape said as he scooped up a spoonful of the potion, looking at the bright and dazzling green color in the spoon, he couldn't help but frown slightly.

He glanced at Aaron without any trace, and then poured the spoonful of medicine into Toad Leif's throat.

puff!

The toad turned into a tadpole and squirmed in Snape's hand.

The Gryffindor students cheered, because this meant that Neville's shrinking potion was successfully prepared.

Snape took out a small bottle with a dark face, put a few drops of liquid on the tadpole, and it turned into a toad again.

"get out of class is over," Snape said. "Gaius will stay for a moment."

After everyone else left the classroom, Snape looked at Aaron helplessly and said, "You didn't like to be nosy before."

"Professor, what do you mean?"

"Hmph! Do you dare to say that you weren't the one who helped Longbottom?"

"Maybe it's not me?"

"Gaius, I am the Potions Professor, and I know the level of each of you very well." Snape placed Neville's shrinking potion in front of Aaron, "Look carefully, you can find the problem. "

Aaron raised his eyebrows. He didn't think he would make a mistake with a potion of this difficulty.

"Nothing wrong, no problem at all." Aaron commented, but as soon as he finished speaking, a look of embarrassment appeared on his face, "I was careless."

"It seems that no one in the classroom can prepare the perfect shrinking potion except you and me!" Snape said meaningfully.

It doesn’t matter if you cheated, you are still so aboveboard.

Do you think the teacher is a fool when you copy someone's homework with their names?

"Um...Professor, I just don't want to see Longbottom cry. It's too ugly."

"Really?" Snape snorted coldly, "I won't do this next time."

"Thanks."

"I haven't finished speaking yet." Snape added, "I don't have to pursue it this time, but you have to do me a favor."

Aaron rolled his eyes speechlessly, regretting helping Neville out.

"Professor, please tell me."

"There is a Defense Against the Dark Arts class this afternoon, you know that, right?"

"Isn't that a Gryffindor class?" Aaron asked in confusion.

"Yes, it was also R.J. Lupin's first class.

I will take you there when the time comes, and what you have to do is very simple, outshine all the Gryffindors in his class, especially Harry Potter. "

"This isn't appropriate!" Aaron refused with a smile.

Snape's intention was to ruin things, not that he couldn't do it. On the contrary, he was very confident in his abilities.

But that was his first lesson after all, so it was somewhat unkind to do so.

"There's nothing inappropriate. Lupine and I have known each other for a long time."

Aaron: ...

"Professor, I would like to ask if you have any personal grudges with Professor Lu Ping?"

Snape was silent for a moment and then nodded, "I didn't like him when I was at Hogwarts."

"That won't drag me into trouble!" Aaron laughed angrily. He suddenly felt that this lesson was a conspiracy. Professor Snape would make this request whether he helped Neville Longbottom or not.

"Don't worry, I have your back."

"This is not a matter of support or not. I have a bottom line as a human being."

"Dumbledore," Snape said suddenly, "Headmaster Dumbledore seems to know Professor Trelawney's prophecy about you. He has always wanted to talk to you alone, but he was ignored by me, the head of Slytherin. Stopped."

"Stop talking about it, Professor." Aaron reached out his hand to interrupt seriously, "You are my most respected teacher. Your business is my business. I will definitely help you."

"Don't force it!"

"It's not forced at all." Aaron's expression didn't change, but he was already cursing in his heart.

Damn Fuck!

Blackmail, this is naked blackmail.

But he had to admit that it was very useful. He would rather offend the new professor than deal with Dumbledore. This old bastard was much more difficult to deal with than Gandalf.